Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Serbia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Searchers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.